My Life Was the Size of My Life by Jane Hirshfield

what a word: besotted

Care. Be fascinated. Chase ideas down shorelines.

You Do Not Have to Be Good

Lost on You on repeat. Fuck. I will grow my forest.

You Do Not Have to Be Good

git commit -m "wip: debugging memory, still leaking"

You Do Not Have to Be Good

I shall be an imposing walrus.

You Do Not Have to Be Good

And I'll probably crash your stupid car
And make your life a misery

— Olivia Dean, Nice to Each Other
If I didn't care for obfuscation

~vItAlItY~

If I didn't care for obfuscation

Hot & Idling
A wanting machine,
overheated, idling.
What am I to do
with all this wanting?

wanna write poems, not papers

Be my witness to beauty,
my eye for the sublime.

my mind makes metaphors of men

To you who explains magic

How poetic, these expositions—
speaking in burls and blossoms:

Every twig X in a cubic bridgeless graph G is a burl.

Drama Queen

pushes emotional glut to prod

i had to—
grieve, i mean.
all those wasted years.
all these wasted tears.

tired of all these physical parts

fresh out of fucks forever

— Lana Del Rey, Venice Bitch

living: a life sentence

more than flesh and bones interlocking

lungs swollen with grief not mine to breathe

dreaming in progress

they linger
snapshots stretched
space-filling curves